We all have a favourite time of day
Mine is the night,
when it’s dark outside
and the blackness hugs me
like a warm blanket.
Life is no longer too bright,
Everything is unclear
so our imaginations can pretend that
Everything is beautiful.
In the dark We control the light.
It’s dark outside now,
and I no longer feel alone.
The crowds have gone to sleep
and the world has stopped crying
the tears of the Tortured.
But sometimes when it gets dark outside,
I wrap the blanket too tight around me
so the blackness enters my pores
and I struggle to breathe,
suffocated by the night.
Its dark outside and
I can’t sleep.
In the darkness my imagination
can only conjure up images of Horror
and I impatiently wait for morning.
I wait for the brightness
to shine away fictional Horrors
people will wake up
and I won’t be alone anymore.
The sun will smile, clouds will swim
and my night terrors
will dissolve into a nightmare.